Page 64 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

I blinked.

“Knew what?”

She stepped closer, her gaze traveling over me until it snagged on my neck.

“Bitch…”

I frowned.

“What?”

She pointed toward my neck.

“You got a whole damn hickey.”

Judging by the heat creeping up my face, my reaction probably answered for me.

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“The hell you don't.” She folded her arms across her chest, looking entirely too pleased with herself. “Girl… you really thought I wasn’t gon’ catch that?”

I sucked my teeth and laughed. “Girl, you are doing too much.”

“No, you and Kyrie are doing too much. Did y’all fuck?”

I gasped. “Drayla!”

I looked around the lobby of the resort to make sure nobody had heard her loud ass.

“What?” She shrugged without an ounce of shame. “I’m just asking a question.”

“You need to mind your business.”

“Oh, so that’s a yes?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You ain’t have to.” She pointed at my neck again. “That damn hickey said enough.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I can’t stand you.”

She bumped my shoulder with hers.

“I don’t believe that shit. You love me.”

“A little.”

“A lot.”

I laughed, shaking my head.

“You so damn aggravating.”

“And your husband so damn obsessed.” She smirked. “That man flew all the way out here because he couldn’t stay away from you.”

A smile pulled at my lips before I could stop it.